Personal Narrative : The Day Of My Day

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The autumn afternoon was as perfect as any I could remember. A slight breeze whispered through the leaves of the trees lining the driveway at my house. Although the temperature was in the low 70s, the warmth of the October sun made the air comfortable. My folks were away on a long weekend mini vacation, so I decided the time was perfect for me to wash my car. I gathered up some rags from the laundry room, retrieved the carwash bucket from the garage, picked up a bottle of liquid soap from the kitchen, and some old towels from the hall closet and went outside. Pulling the garden hose from its reel and turning on the faucet, I began to rinse the dust off my little red Honda when I noticed a large, white SUV roll slowly down the street in front of my house. I didn't give it much thought until a few minutes later the same SUV drove slowly back the other direction. I still wasn't concerned, but then the same SUV came back again, going the other direction and moving very slowly this time. My curiosity immediately shot sky high. The windows of the vehicle were too dark to see anyone inside, and when the SUV was directly in front of my house, it stopped. Unexpectedly, the passenger side window diminished with an image showing a woman dressed in a Halloween like tooth fairy costume. She smiled at me almost as if I was her long lost best friend and waved me over to come towards the vehicle. As I approached the SUV, I noticed she was not alone. The driver was a heavy-set man

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